Yes. That would make me very happy. I don't... It'd be terrible if complications happened later, so if there could be some possible prognosis... I'd like to be as prepared as possible.

[ It's a conscious thought that keeps Clover from wringing her hands. A flower instead of an eye.... Flowers have to take nourishment somehow. What is it taking from Rose? ]

Sisters worry about each other. We're sisters. We're all sisters.

[ Please. She just wants them to be sisters. She knows they haven't gotten along for years, but she wishes... She still wishes they could be like how they were in the past. ]